If there ever was a word
to explain, I would not know
I would sit silent
mentally browsing the alphabet
trying to construct this word
this word I do not know.
There are sentences that describe
paragraphs that show
but no word to explain
what I feel, but fail to know

Lying among thousand
miniature leaves
supporting my weight
as pupils search high
with my head resting comfortable
on earth itself

Hands matting my hair down
and making my arms more like wings
which keep me a float
while i twist my eyes around
stars and constellations
the lights on dark skies

The massive yard light, Luna
puts down a soft glow
which sets my mind adrift
steering me past lit dots
on a dark map
just inside my closed eyes

unseen to the naked eye
the imperfections
contained within
the structural damage
just beneath the skin
a lost boy
hidden by a toothy grin
confused, a slave to his dreams
his very own firing pin

I can suppose
assume, or guess
but all are claims
and have no valid reason
to touch the air outside my mind
I can spend hours
figuring, and thinking
but reality is a bitch
and has no linear solution
for it likes to tease, and hide
what's on her mind

For every lie, there is one truth
But for every honest man
There is four liars
To count yourself among the truthful
You must always be
Because nothing is worse
Than an honest man who lies

Is there such a pain, to explain
What I feel and when I say
The sunrise is beautiful but
It hasn't blinded me like
How you looked that night
You forbiddingly kissed me

meet me on dim lit street curbs
picking up the grief my stomach gave up
filling an empty bottle with tears
haven't felt the same, I haven't
I fill the void and pick up the pieces
plenty of time to think, jail's quiet enough
detox knows the way, so tonight
I'll pound another bottle, till life isn't lonely

you can invoke any idea
but how much of it
did you make appear
humans by nature
can't help but not be sincere
we take from memory
and call it our own without fear
all of us pose in someway
pretending when the public is near
people change sometimes
everyone wants a slate that's clear

my heart exploded today
bloody and beaten, lying on your bed
with a scalpel in your hand
you silenced my pounding arteries
and jabbed a pen straight through
with ink-stained hands, you
hugged and kissed me goodbye

funeral bells already rung
coffins made of warm wood
shattered glass with no reflection
bright street lights dancing
dancing around the crimson pools
i dance along
afraid to open, to see
this sight of metal and flesh
of roses soon to come

Here laying with wide open eyes
listening to the rain
fall down to earth
to your window and mine

Here not where I should be
watching the rain
wash what seems like forever
from these cracks in my head
washing away the cobwebs
that alcohol couldn't remove
only misplace

Here standing, drowning
in the rain and
underneath this burden
of missing you
my new nine to five

whipping to whirling
circles upon counters
tipped over and emptied
drooped over to search
for glass, and rotted grain
not yet spoiled by tiles

spinning to crashing
joining bodies from earlier
air to stained carpet
a pile to small to be chunks

waking to wondering
hours before are scratched
never to be replayed
unknown is vast and choices
were questionable

passing by
needles jammed into and through
hoping they hit pavement, and
create a thud
that resounds sickly in tissue
and never leaves

Orange and red
Combine in a blender
Filled sky high
With clouds and soon to be stars
Even one pinch
Of that ever growing pollution
Just for a kick
That bites and burns

Once before
Twice ago
Come, Stay
Hit the floor
Ignore the lights
Between white lines
They only change
Back and forth
Stare up
Enjoy the view
of high speed chases
and concrete faces
Once cold
Twice as blind

Waiting for my locks
to break and spill
opening doors paper thin
and shining light
on hidden talents

Waiting for hand-built walls
to crumble and crash
letting free a fear of mine
one so tall
no ladder of support will help

Waiting for people
to compile and understand
the hints I spoke
so the answer will never
have to be pronounced by me

Another line
Another day
minutes multiplied without you
and friends forgot to lessen the taste

Another hour
Another daybreak
forcing myself to wake
to remember you're still human
and mistakes are their downfall

Another kiss
Another touch
felt no where but the lips
oh how my veins call for you
to shock my heart into loud beats

Maybe if I scream
Someone will listen
Between the growls
They'll find what's eating
Devouring me soul and all

reeling to the floor
joining the carpet in despair
comfortable and content
below the air
foams and fibers
keeping pressure off my heart
at least until I stand

spread wide
my limbs sense no gravity
and my stomach
is no longer gripped with torture
rough fingers made of carpet
support my head
as light as it may feel

heavy and draining
processing the days
more frequently do I lay
comfortable on carpet
awaiting your reply

my warm skin
tingling
a set of vibrations
forced into the muscles
by a device
through which we communicate

the patience and longing
which fill the silences in between
drains me